This is where I think out loud about Life, the Universe and Everything. I consider life an adventure and this is part of mine whether I'm ranting on politics or taking you on a ramble through Kay's World.

Pages

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Wee Hours Phone Calls

I don't think I've ever had a phone call in the wee hours that brought good news.

It's 4 am in Ohio. Now I do tend to be a night owl but this is late even for this crazy old lady. Why am I here at this ungodly hour? My phone rang a couple hours ago and that that rocked my world -- again -- and now I can't sleep. I am, fortunately, not looking at a busy day today which is probably good. They say that troubles come in threes; right now I'm at almost two down and one to go. I'm trying very hard to convince myself that what doesn't kill me makes me stronger but I'm wondering. When I know more, I will let y'all know more.

It's 11 am now and I'm tired but I managed to get some sleep. There's not much I can do except worry or pray and both are what my late ex-husband would say, " about as useful as a screen door on a submarine" so I'm going to be as patient I can and spend my time getting caught up with y'all and doing some house-keeping here while I wait for news.

Me, too, but in the long run, it prolly won't matter -- just as I really don't matter unless someone needs help. (as the party in question did return a call I made yesterday. Glad you liked the screen door line -- my ex served in on a submarine when he served in what he called "Uncle Sam's Canoe Club" and that was one of his favorites.

Ditto to all the other comments before me. I can't offer much more except to say thank goodness you weren't in OK city suburbs. No matter how bad things are, they could be worse. Not much help, but true.